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j\\RS.   FOLLEN'S 

Twilight  Stories. 


TRUE   STORIES   ABOUT   DOGS. 

MADE-UP    STORIES. 

THE    PEDLER   OF   DUST   STICKS. 

THE  TALKATIVE   WIG. 

WHO   SPOKE    NEXT 

WHEN    I    WAS  A   GIRL. 

TRAVELLERS'    STORIES. 

WHAT  THE  ANIMALS  DO  AND  SAY. 

TWO    FESTIVALS. 

CONSCIENCE. 

PICCOLISSIMA. 

LITTLE   SONGS. 


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LITTLE   SONGS 


BY 

MES.    FOLLEI^ 


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BOSTON  1889 
LEE    AND    SHEPARD    PUBLISHERS 

10  MILK  STREET  NEXT  "  THE  OLD  SOUTH  MEETING  HOUSE" 

NEW  YORK  CHAS.  T.  DILLINGHAM 

718  and  720  Broadway 


Press  of 

S.  J.   PARKHILL  &  CO., 

Boston. 


PREFACE 

TO  THE  FIRST   AMERICAN   EDITION. 


It  has  been  my  object,  in  writing  the  following 
Little  Songs  for  Little  Boys  and  Girls,  to  endeavor 
to  catch  something  of  that  good-humored  pleasantry, 
that  musical  nonsense,  which  makes  Mother  Goose  so 
attractive  to  children  of  all  ages. 

The  little  folks  must  decide  whether  the  book  is 
entertaining.  To  them  I  present  my  little  volume, 
with  the  earnest  hope  that  it  will  receive  tteir  ap- 
probation. If  children  love  to  lisp  my  rhymes, 
while  parents  find  no  fault  in  them,  I  ask  no  highe* 
praise. 

Cambridge,   1832, 

to 


M240127 


CONTENTS. 


Vesper  Hymn, 
Buy  a  Broom, 


Annie's  Garden, 

The  New  Moon, 

Lullaby,  .... 

Stop!  stop!  Pretty  Water, 

My  Little  Doll  Rose,    . 

Butterflies  are  pretty, 

Old  Nursey, 

The  Sun  is  up, 

Walter  and  his  Dog, 

It  ts  a  pleasant  Day,    . 

The  good  Moolly  Cow, 

Nothing  but  Ba-a, 

James  and  his  Mother, 

Master  Johnny  riding, 

O,  look  at  the  Moon, 

Song  for  a  Company  of  Children, 

The  Dog  and  Cat,  the  Duck  and  Rat, 


TUNE.  PAGE 

Malbrooke,  .  9 

.     11 

14 

.     16 

18 

The  White  Cockade,     21 


Kitty  Clover, 
Bonny  Boat, 

The  Schoolmaster, 


Buy  a  Broom, 


23 
25 
28 
32 
34 
37 
38 
41 
42 
44 
47 


8  CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

Trusty  learning  ABC,         .         .         .         .  50 

Do  you  guess  it  is  I  ? 52 

FlDDLEDEDEE,      .......  55 

The  Stars  and  the  Babies,       .         .         .         .56 

Kitty  in  the  Basket,     .....  58 

The  Farm  Yard, 60 

Frolic  in  the  Snow,       .....  63 

Swing  Swong,      . 65 

Work  and  Play,     ......  66 

Little  Mary, 68 

It  can't  be  so, 69 

When  Evening  is  come, 71 

RlNGELY    RlNGELY,     ......  73 

Charlie  Boy,       .......  75 

The  Baby's  Birthday, 77 

The  Poor  Man, 80 

Ding  Dong  !    Ding  Dong  !        ....  82 
The  Little  Boy's  May  Day  Song,         .         .         .85 

The  Little  Boy's  Good  Night,      ...  88 


The  Three  Little  Kittens.     {A  Cat's  Tale.)    .     91 
Cocks  and  Hens,      ......         95 


UTTLi   § 


ANNIE'S    GARDEN. 


In  little  Annie's  garden 
Grew  all  sorts  of  posies; 

There  were  pinks,  and  mignonette, 
And  tulips,  and  roses. 

(9) 


10  LITTLE    SONGS. 

Sweet  peas,  and  morning  glories, 
A  bed  of  violets  blue, 

And  marigolds,  and  asters, 
In  Annie's  garden  grew. 

There  the  bees  went  for  honey, 
And  the  humming-birds  too ; 

And  there  the  pretty  butterflies 
And  the  lady-birds  flew. 

And  there  among  her  flowers, 
Every  bright  and  pleasant  day, 

In  her  own  pretty  garden 
Little  Annie  went  to  play. 


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THE  NEW  MOON. 


Dear  mother,  how  pretty 
The  moon  looks  to-night ! 
She  was  never  so  cunning  before ; 

(ID 


12  LITTLE    SONGS. 

Her  two  little  horns 
Are  so  sharp  and  so  bright, 
I  hope  she'll  not  grow  any  more. 

If  I  were  up  there 
With  you  and  my  friends, 

I'd  rock  in  it  nicely  you  see  ; 
I'd  sit  in  the  middle 
And  hold  by  both  ends  ; 

O,  what  a  bright  cradle  'twould  be ! 

I  would  call  to  the  stars 
To  keep  out  of  the  way, 

Lest  we  should  rock  over  their  toes, 
And  there  I  would  rock 
Till  the  dawn  of  the  day, 

And  see  where  the  pretty  moon  goes. 


THE     NEW    MOON. 


13 


And  there  we  would  stay 

In  the  beautiful  skies, 
And  through  the  bright  clouds  we  would  roam ; 

We  would  see  the  sun  set, 

And  see  the  sun  rise, 
And  on  the  next  rainbow  come  home. 


LULLABY. 


Sleep,  my  baby,  sleep,  my  boy ; 

Rest  your  little  weary  head  ; 
Tis  your  mother  rocks  her  baby 

In  his  little  cradle  bed. 


Lullaby,  sweet  lullaby 


(14) 


Lullaby.    (Page  14.) 


LULLABY.  15 

All  the  little  birds  are  sleeping, 

Every  one  has  gone  to  rest, 
And  my  precious  one  is  resting 

In  his  pretty  cradle  nest. 

Lullaby,  sweet  lullaby ! 


Sleep,  O,  sleep,  my  darling  boy  ; 

Wake  to-morrow  fresh  and  strong ; 
"lis  your  mother  sits  beside  you, 

Singing  you  a  cradle  song. 


Lullaby,  sweet  lullaby ! 


STOP!  STOP!  prp:tty  water. 

I. 

"  Stop  !  stop  !  pretty  water," 

Said  Mary  one  day, 
To  a  frolicsome  brook 

That  was  running  away. 

(16) 


STOP  !  PRETTY    WATER.  17 

II. 

"  You  run  on  so  fast ! 

I  wish  you  would  stay ; 
My  boat  and  my  flowers 

You  will  carry  away. 

III. 

"  But  I  will  run  after ; 

Mother  says  that  I  may ; 
For  I  would  know  where 

You  are  running  away." 

IV. 

So  Mary  ran  on ; 

But  I  have  heard  say 
That  she  never  could  find 

Where  the  brook  ran  away. 
2 


MY  LITTLE   DOLL  ROSE. 


I  haye  a  little  doll  ; 

I  take  care  of  her  clothes ; 
She  has  soft  flaxen  hair  ; 

And  her  name  it  is  Rose. 

(18) 


MY    LITTLE     DOLL     ROSE.  19 

She  has  pretty  blue  eyes, 

And  a  very  small  nose, 
And  a  cunning  little  mouth ; 

My  dear  little  Rose. 

I  have  a  little  sofa 

Where  my  doll  may  repose, 
Or  sit  up  like  a  lady ; 

My  knowing  little  Rose. 

My  doll  can  move  her  arms, 
And  stand  upon  her  toes  ; 

Or  make  a  pretty  curtesy, 
My  funny  little  Rose. 

"  How  old  is  your  dolly  %  " 

Very  young  I  suppose, 
For  she  cannot  go  alone, 

My  precious  little  Rose. 


^  LITTLE    SONGS. 

Indeed  I  cannot  tell, 
In  poetry  or  prose, 

How  beautiful  she  is, 
My  darling  little  Rosa 


BUTTERFLIES   ARE  PRETTY  THINGS. 


"  Butterflies  are  pretty  things, 
Prettier  than  you  or  I ; 

See  the  colors  on  his  wings ; 
Who  would  hurt  a  butterfly  ? 

(21) 


22  LITTLE    SONGS. 

"  Softly,  softly,  girls  and  boys  ; 

Hell  come  near  us  by  and  by ; 
Here  he  is,  don't  make  a  noise  ; — 

Well  not  hurt  you,  butterfly." 

Not  to  hurt  a  living  thing, 
Let  all  little  children  try ; 

See,  again  he's  on  the  wing  ; 
Good  by !  pretty  butterfly  ! 


OLD  NURSEY. 


O,  here  is  papa, 

With  Edward  and  Jane, 
Come  to  see  good  old  Nursey, 

Who  lives  in  the  lane. 

(23) 


24  LITTLE    SONGS. 

She's  the  best  of  all  Nurseys, 
And  Edward  and  Jane 

Love  dearly  good  Nursey, 
Who  lives  in  the  lane. 

"  Here's  the  hen  and  her  chickens," 
Says  Edward  to  Jane, 

"  And  here's  Nursey's  pussy, 
That  lives  in  the  lane." 

Nurse  gave  a  good  hug 

To  Edward  and  Jane, 
And  told  them  a  story 

As  long  as  the  lane. 

They  said,  "  Good  by  Nursey." 
She  said  "  Come  again 

To  see  poor  old  Nursey, 
Who  lives  in  the  lane  " 


THE  SUN  IS  UP. 


The  sun  is  up,  the  sun  is  up, 
Sing  merrily  we,  the  sun  is  upc 

The  birds  they  sing, 

Upon  the  wing, 
Hey  nony  nony  no. 

(25) 


26  LITTLE    SONGS. 

The  pigeons  coo, 

The  moolies  moo, 
Hey  troli-loli  lo. 
The  sun  is  up,  the  sun  is  up, 
Sing  merrily  we,  the  sun  is  up. 

The  horses  neigh, 

The  young  lambs  play, 
Hey  nony  nony  no. 

The  bees  they  hum, 

O,  quickly  come ! 

Hey  troli-loli  lo. 
The  sun  is  up,  the  sun  is  up, 
Sing  merrily  we,  the  sun  is  up. 

The  morning  hours, 
The  dewy  flowers, 
Hey  nony  nony  no, 
And  all  we  meet 
Are  fresh  and  sweet, 
Hey  troli-loli  lo. 


THE    SUN    IS    UP. 


27 


The  sun  is  up,  the  sun  is  up, 
Sing  merrily  we,  the  sun  is  up. 

Then,  sleepy  heads, 
All  leave  your  beds ! 
Hey  nony  nony  no. 
For  every  thing 
Doth  sweetly  sing 
Hey  troli-loli  lo. 
The  sun  is  up,  the  sun  is  up, 
Sing  merrily  we,  the  sun  is  up. 


WALTER  AND   HIS   DOG. 


There  was  a  little  boy, 

And  he  had  a  piece  of  bread, 
And  he  put  his  little  cap 

On  his  head,  head,  head. 

(28) 


WALTER    AND    HIS    DOG.  29 

Upon  his  hobby  horse 

Then  he  went  to  take  a  ride, 

With  his  pretty  Spaniel  Flash 
By  his  side,  side,  side. 

Little  Walter  was  his  name, 

And  he  said  to  little  Flash, 
"  Let  us  gallop  round  the  house, 

With  a  dash,  dash,  dash." 

So  he  laid  down  his  bread 

In  a  snug  little  place, 
And  away  Walter  went 

For  a  race,  race,  race. 

But  Flash  had  a  plan, 

In  his  little  roguish  head, 
Of  taking  to  himself 

Walter's  bread,  bread,  bread. 


30  LITTLE    SONGS. 

So  he  watched  for  a  moment 
When  Walter  did  not  look, 

And  the  nice  piece  of  bread 
Slyly  took,  took,  took. 

When  Walter  saw  the  rogue, 
He  cried,  "  O,  naughty  Flash ;  " 

And  he  showed  his  little  whip 
With  a  lash,  lash,  lash. 

But  Flash  looked  so  good-natured, 
With  his  tail  curled  up  behind, 

That  his  aunty  said  to  Walter, 
"  Never  mind,  mind,  mind. 

"  Flash  is  nothing  but  a  puppy ; 

So,  Walter,  do  not  worry  ; 
If  he  knew  that  he'd  done  wrong, 

He'd  be  sorry,  sorry,  sorry ; 


WALTER    AND    HIS    DOG. 


31 


And  don't  be  angry,  Walter, 
That  Flash  has  had  a  treat ; 

Here's  another  piece  of  bread 
You  may  eat,  eat,  eat." 

So  Walter  ate  his  bread, 
And  then  to  Flash  he  cried, 

"  Come,  you  saucy  little  dog, 
Let  us  ride,  ride,  ride." 


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IT  IS   A   PLEASANT  DAY. 


Come,  my  children,  come  away, 
For  the  sun  shines  bright  to-day ; 
Little  children,  come  with  me, 
Birds  and  brooks  and  posies  see ; 
Get  your  hats  and  come  away, 
For  it  is  a  pleasant  day. 

(32) 


IT    IS    A    PLEASANT    DAY.  33 

Every  thing  is  laughing,  singing. 
All  the  pretty  flowers  are  springing. 
See  the  kitten,  full  of  fun, 
Sporting  in  the  pleasant  sun. 
Children  too  may  sport  and  play, 
For  it  is  a  pleasant  day. 

Bring  the  hoop,  and  bring  the  ball ; 
Come  with  happy  faces  all  ; 
Let  us  make  a  merry  ring, 
Talk,  and  laugh,  and  dance,  and  sing ; 
Quickly,  quickly,  come  away, 
For  it  is  a  pleasant  day. 
3 


THE  GOOD  MOOLLY   COW. 


Come  J  supper  is  ready  ; 

Come  !  boys  and  girls,  now, 
For  here  is  fresh  milk 

From  the  good  moolly  cow. 

(34) 


THE    GOOD    MOOLLY    COW.  35 

Have  done  with  your  fife, 
And  your  row  de  dow  dow, 

And  taste  this  sweet  milk 
From  the  good  moolly  cow. 

Whoever  is  fretting 

Must  clear  up  his  brow, 
Or  hell  have  no  milk 

From  the  good  moolly  cow. 

And  here  is  Miss  Pussy ; 

She  means  by  mee-ow, 
Give  me  too  some  milk 

From  the  good  moolly  cow. 

When  children  are  hungry, 

O,  who  can  tell  how 
They  love  the  fresh  milk 

From  the  good  moolly  cow ! 


36 


LITTLE    SONGS. 


So,  when  you  meet  moolly, 
Just  say,  with  a  bow, 

"  Thank  you  for  your  milk, 
Mrs.  Good  Moolly  Cow." 


NOTHING  BUT  BA-A. 

Little  Fanny  and  Lucy, 

One  sunshiny  day, 
Went  to  walk  in  the  meadow 

And  have  some  play. 

They  said  to  a  sheep, 

"  Pray  how's  your  mamma  \  " 
But  the  lazy  sheep  answered 

Them  nothing  but  "  ba-a !  " 

(37) 


JAMES  AND   HIS   MOTHER. 


James  and  his  mother 
They  loved  one  another, 

And  they  went  to  walk  one  day ; 
And  as  they  were  walking, 
And  laughing  and  talking, 

They  saw  some  boys  at  play. 

(38) 


JAMES    AND    HIS    MOTHER.  39 

"  Let  me  go ;  let  me  run ; 

Let  me  see  all  the  fun  ! " 
Said  little  James  then  to  his  mother; 

"  Hear  them  laugh,  hear  them  shout, 

See  them  tumbling  about, 
And  jumping  one  over  the  other. 

"  Pray  let  me  go'  too, 

O  dear  mother,  do !  " 
And  Jemmie  ran  off  to  the  boys ; 

He  kicked,  and  he  thumped, 

He  laughed  and  he  jumped, 
He  shouted  and  made  a  great  noise. 

But  James  was  so  small 

That  he  soon  got  a  fall, 
And  tumbled  down  into  a  hole ; 

He  was  not  much  hurt, 

But  covered  with  dirt  — 
There  Jemmie  lay  rubbing  his  poll. 


40  LITTLE  SONGS. 

His  mother  soon  ran 

To  her  dear  little  man, 
Holding  out  to  him  both  of  her  hands ; 

And  now  on  the  ground, 

All  safe  and  all  sound, 
By  the  side  of  his  mother  he  stands. 

"  Never  mind,"  said  his  mother  ; 

And  they  kissed  one  another ; 
"  Never  mind,  though  you  cut  such  a  figure  ; 

For  Jemmie  shall  play 

With  the  boys  some  day, 
When  he  has  grown  older  and  bigger." 


MASTER  JOHNNY  GOING  TO  RIDE. 

Why,  here's  Master  Johnny ; 

He's  taking  a  ride 
On  good  Mrs.  Donkey, 

With  her  colt  by  her  side. 

Go  softly,  Ma'am  Donkey, 
And  be  sure  not  to  trip ; 

And  Johnny,  you  monkey, 
Take  care  of  your  whip. 

(41) 


O,  LOOK  AT  THE  MOON. 


O,  look  at  the  moon  ! 

She  is  shining  up  there ; 
O  mother,  she  looks 

Like  a  lamp  in  the  air. 

(42) 


O,    LOOK    AT    THE    MOON.  43 

Last  week  she  was  smaller, 

And  shaped  like  a  bow ; 
But  now  she's  grown  bigger, 

And  round  as  an  O. 

Pretty  moon,  pretty  moon, 
How  you  shine  on  the  door, 

And  make  it  all  bright 
On  my  nursery  floor ! 

You  shine  on  my  playthings, 

And  show  me  their  place, 
And  I  love  to  look  up 

At  your  pretty  bright  face. 

And  there  is  a  star 

Close  by  you,  and  may  be 
That  small  twinkling  star 

Is  your  little  baby. 


SONG  FOR  A  COMPANY  OF  CHILDREN. 


Children  go 
To  and  fro, 
In  a  merry,  pretty  row, 
Footsteps  light, 
Faces  bright ; 
Tis  a  happy  sight. 


(44) 


SONG  FOR  A  COMPANY  OF  CHILDREN.    45 

Swiftly  turning  round  and  round, 
Never  look  upon  the  ground, 

Follow  me, 

Full  of  glee, 
Singing  merrily. 

Birds  are  free  ; 

So  are  we ; 
And  we  live  as  happily. 

Work  we  do, 

Study  too, 
For  we  learn  "  twice  two ; " 
Then  we  laugh,  and  dance,  and  sing, 
Gay  as  larks  upon  the  wing ; 

Follow  me, 

Full  of  glee, 
Singing  merrily. 


46  LITTLE    SONGS. 

Work  is  done, 

Play's  begun ; 
Now  we  have  our  laugh  and  fun ; 

Happy  days, 

Pretty  plays, 
And  no  naughty  ways. 
Holding  fast  each  other's  hand, 
We're  a  little  happy  band ; 

Follow  me, 

Full  of  glee, 
Singing  merrily. 


THE  DOG  AND  THE  CAT, 
THE  DUCK  AND  THE  RAT. 

Once  on  a  time  in  rainy  weather, 

A  dog  and  a  cat, 

A  duck  and  a  rat, 
All  met  in  a  barn  together. 

(47) 


48  LITTLE  SONGS. 

The  dog  he  barked, 

The  duck  she  quarked, 
The  cat  she  humped  up  her  back ; 

The  rat  he  squeaked, 

And  off  he  sneaked 
Straight  into  a  nice  large  crack. 

The  little  dog  said,  (and  he  looked  very  wise,) 

"  I  think,  Mrs.  Puss, 

You  make  a  great  fuss, 
With  your  back  and  your  great  green  eyes. 

And  you,  Madam  Duck, 

You  waddle  and  cluck, 
Till  it  gives  one  the  fidgets  to  hear  you. 

You  had  better  run  off 

To  the  old  pig's  trough, 
Where  none  but  the  pigs,  ma'am,  are  near 
you." 


DOG,    CAT,    DUCK,    AND    RAT.  49 

The  duck  was   good-natured,  and    she    ran 
away ; 

But  old  pussy  cat 

With  her  back  up  sat, 
And  said  she  intended  to  stay ; 

And  she  showed  him  her  paws, 

With  her  long,  sharp  claws. 
So  the  dog  was  afraid  to  come  near; 

For  puss,  if  she  pleases, 

When  a  little  dog  teases, 
Can  give  him  a  box  on  the  ear. 


TRUSTY  LEARNING  ABC. 


"  Be  quiet,  good  Trusty  ; 

See  how  still  you  can  be, 
For  I've  come  to  teach  you 

Your  ABC. 

(50) 


TRUSTY    LEARNING    ABC.  51 

"  I  will  show  you  the  way 

Mother  reads  it  to  me ; 
She  looks  very  sober, 

And  says,  ABC. 

"  Tom  says  you  can't  learn ; 

But  father  says,  he 
Saw  a  little  dog  once 

That  knew  ABC. 

"  So,  good  Trusty,  attend  ; 

Let  us  show  them  that  we 
Can  learn,  if  we  please, 

Our  A  B  C." 

To  what  little  Frank  said 

Trusty  seemed  to  agree. 
Do  you  think  he  learned  much 

Of  his  A  B  C  % 


DO  YOU   GUESS  IT  IS  I? 


I. 


I  am  a  little  thing  ; 

I  am  not  very  high  ; 
I  laugh,  dance  and  sing, 

And  sometimes  I  cry. 


(52) 


DO   YOU    GUESS    IT   IS    I?  53 

II. 

I  have  a  little  head 

All  covered  o'er  with  hair, 
And  I  hear  what  is  said 

With  my  two  ears  there. 

III. 

On  my  two  feet  I  walk  ; 

I  run  too  with  ease ; 
With  my  little  tongue  I  talk 

Just  as  much  as  I  please. 

IV. 

I  have  ten  fingers  too, 

And  just  so  many  toes ; 
Two  eyes  to  see  through, 

And  but  one  little  nose. 


54  LITTLE  SONGS. 


I've  a  mouth  full  of  teeth, 

Where  my  bread  and  milk  go  in ; 
And  close  by,  underneath, 

Is  my  little  round  chin. 

VI. 

What  is  this  little  thing, 

Not  very,  very  high, 
That  can  laugh,  dance,  and  sing  ? 

Do  you  guess  it  is  I  ? 


FIDDLEDEDEE. 

Fiddledee  diddledee  dido, 
A  poor  little  boy  he  cried,  O ; 

He  cried,  for  what  ? 

O,  I've  forgot ; 
Perhaps  you  had  better  ask  Fido. 


Fiddledee  diddledee  dido, 
The  dog  ran  off  to  hide,  O  ; 

Hell  bark  and  squeak, 

But  never  speak  — 
There's  no  use  in  asking  Fido. 

(55) 


THE   STARS  AND  THE   BABIES. 


When  the  stars  go  to  sleep, 

The  babies  awake, 
And  they  prattle  and  sparkle  all  day ; 

Then  the  stars  light  their  lamps, 

And  their  playtime  they  take, 
While  the  babies  are  sleeping  away. 

(56) 


THE    STARS    AND   THE    BABIES.  57 

So  good  night,  little  baby, 

And  shut  up  your  eyes  ; 
Let  the  stars  now  have  their  turn  at  play ; 

They  soon  will  begin 

To  shoot  through  the  skies, 
And  dance  in  the  bright  milky  way. 

No,  no,  my  dear  nurse, 

I  cannot  go  to  sleep  ; 
Since  you've  put  the  thought  into  my  head, 

Let  us  have  with  the  stars 

One  game  at  bo-peep ; 
Then  good  night,  and  a  kiss,  and  to  bed. 


KITTY   IN  THE   BASKET. 


"  Where  is  my  little  basket  gone  ? 

Said  Charlie  boy  one  day ; 
"  I  guess  some  little  boy  or  girl 

Has  taken  it  away. 

(58) 


KITTY    IN    THE    BASKET.  59 

"  And  Kitty  too,  I  can't  find  her  ; 

O,  dear !  what  shall  I  do  % 
I  wish  I  could  my  basket  find, 

And  little  Kitty  too. 

"  I'll  go  to  mother's  room  and  look ; 

Perhaps  she  may  be  there, 
For  Kitty  loves  to  take  a  nap 

In  mother's  easy  chair. 

"  O  mother  !  mother !  come  and  look  ! 

See  what  a  little  heap  ! 
My  Kitty's  in  the  basket  here, 

All  cuddled  down  to  sleep." 

He  took  the  basket  carefully, 

And  brought  it  in  a  minute, 
And  showed  it  to  his  mother  dear, 

With  little  Kitty  in  it. 


THE   FARM  YARD. 


The  cock  is  crowing, 
The  cows  are  lowing, 
The  ducks  are  quarking, 
The  dogs  are  barking, 
The  ass  is  braying, 
The  horse  is  neighing ; 
Was  there  ever  such  a  noise ! 

(60) 


THE   FARM    YARD. 


61 


The  birds  are  singing, 
The  bell  is  ringing, 
The  pigs  are  squeaking, 
The  barn  door  creaking, 
The  brook  is  babbling, 
The  geese  are  gabbling 
Mercy  on  us,  what  a  noise ! 


62  LITTLE    SONGS. 

The  sheep  are  ba-a-ing, 
The  boys  ha-ha-ing, 
The  swallows  twittering, 
The  girls  are  tittering, 
Father  is  calling, 
The  cook  is  bawling  ; 
I'm  nigh  crazy  with  the  noise. 

Nabby  is  churning, 
The  grindstone's  turning, 
John  is  sawing, 
Charles  hurrahing, 
Old  Dobson's  preaching, 
The  peacock's  screeching  ; 
Who  can  live  in  such  a  noise ! 


FROLIC  IN   THE   SNOW. 


"  See  the  snow  !  see  the  snow  ! 
Hear  the  winter  wind  blow ; 
Make  the  fire  burn  bright  ; 
Shut  the  doors  up  tight ; 
Let  it  storm,  let  it  storm  ; 
My  Willy  shall  be  warm." 

(63) 


64  LITTLE   SONGS. 

"  Dear  mother,  let  me  go 
And  frolic  in  the  snow  ; 
"lis  so  soft  and  so  light, 
So  beautiful  and  white, 
'Twill  not  hurt  me  I  know ; 
Let  me  go,  let  me  go. 

"  I  don't  mind  the  cold  ; 
I  am  three  years  old : 
Look  at  little  Rover ; 
He  is  powdered  all  over : 
Let  me  go,  let  me  go, 
And  frolic  in  the  snow. 

"  I  can  do  what  Rover  can  ; 
I  am  your  little  man  ; 
Let  it  storm,  let  it  storm  ; 
I  don't  want  to  be  warm ; 
Dear  mother,  let  me  go, 
And  frolic  in  the  snow." 


SWING  SWONG. 

Swing  swong, 
Here  we  go ; 
Sing  a  song, 
Hurrah  ho  ! 

Swing  swong, 
Here  we  go ; 
Hold  in  strong, 
Hurrah  ho ! 

Swing  swong, 
Here  we  go ; 
Fly  along, 
Hurrah  ho ! 
5 


(65) 


WORK  AND  PLAY. 


Come  let  us  take  a  walk,  — 
The  rain  has  gone  away, — 

And  have  some  pleasant  talk, 
And  laugh,  and  sing,  and  play. 

(66) 


WORK    AND   PLAY.  67 

The  old  hen  dries  her  wings, 
The  young  lambs  frisk  away 

The  merry  sparrow  sings ; 
Come  let  us  go  and  play. 

The  brook  runs  gayly  on 

As  though  it  were  in  play, 
And  says  to  every  one, 

"  Let's  have  some  fun  to-day." 

The  little  busy  bee 

Doth  sing  and  work  all  day, 
And  teaches  you  and  me 

To  work  as  well  as  play. 

The  world  is  full  of  flowers; 

Put  up  your  work,  I  say ; 
Let's  use  these  limbs  of  Qurs 

And  have  some  real  play. 


LITTLE  MARY. 

Little  Mary  was  good ; 

The  weather  was  fair ; 
She  went  with  her  mother 

To  taste  the  fresh  air. 

The  birds  they  were  singing  ; 

Mary  chatted  away ; 
And  she  was  as  happy 

And  merry  as  they. 


IT   CAN'T  BE   SO. 


A  boy  once  went  the  world  around, 
Till  he  a  golden  castle  found  ; 

Then  laughed  the  boy, 

Then  thought  the  boy, 
"  O,  were  that  golden  castle  mine, 
How  brightly  then  my  house  would  shine !" 
O,  no  !  O,  no  !  O,  no  ! 

My  little  boy,  it  can't  be  so. 

(69) 


70 


LITTLE    SONGS. 


Again  he  went  the  world  around, 
Till  he  a  flying  pony  found ; 

Then  laughed  the  boy, 

Then  thought  the  boy, 
"  O,  were  that  flying  pony  mine, 
Then  I  should  be  a  horseman  fine; 

O,  no  !  O,  no  !  O,  no  ! 
My  little  boy,  it  can't  be  so. 


WHEN   EVENING  IS   COME. 


When  evening  is  come, 
And  father's  at  home, 
Mother  says  that  we  may 
Have  a  go-to-bed  play. 
A  book  he  will  bring  us, 
A  song  he  will  sing  us, 

(71) 


72  LITTLE   SONGS. 

A  story  he'll  tell  us, 
He'll  make  believe  sell  us. 
And  we  will  cut  papers, 
And  all  sorts  of  capers, 
And  laugh,  dance,  and  play, 
And  frolic  away, 
When  evening  is  come, 
And  father's  at  home. 


RlNGELY   RlNGELY.      (Page  73.) 


RINGELY  RINGELY. 


Ringely  ringely  dah-re-roon, 

My  baby  has  slept  till  almost  noon, 

Ringely  ringely  dah-re-roon, 

My  baby  shall  have  his  breakfast  soon. 

(73) 


74 


LITTLE    SONGS. 


Bingely  ringely  dah-re-roon, 

Here  is  his  milk  and  here  is  his  spoon, 

Ringely  ringely  dah-re-roon, 

He'll  be  a  month  older  when  comes  next 


moon. 


CHARLIE   BOY. 


O,  look  at  my  hat ; 

How  nicely  it  suits  ! 
O,  look  at  my  feet  ; 

I've  got  on  new  boots ! 

Hurrah  !  for  Charlie  boy. 

(75) 


76  LITTLE  SONGS. 

My  boots  they  are  stiff, 
My  boots  they  are  tall, 

And  they  hold  me  up  straight, 
So  I  cannot  fall. 

Hurrah  !  for  Charlie  boy. 

I'll  do  mother's  errands 

As  well  as  I  can ; 
I've  got  on  new  boots, 

And  so  I'm  a  man. 

Hurrah  !  for  Charlie  boy. 


THE  BABY'S  BIRTHDAY. 

Come,  Charles,  blow  the  trumpet, 
And  George,  beat  the  drum, 
For  this  is  the  baby's  birthday ! 
Little  Annie  shall  sing, 
And  Jemmy  shall  dance, 
And  father  the  jews-harp  will  play. 
Rad-er-er  too  tan-da-ro  te 
Ead-er-er  tad-or-er  tan  do  re. 

C77) 


78  LITTLE    SONGS. 

Come  toss  up  the  ball, 
And  spin  the  hum  top ; 
Well  have  a  grand  frolic  to-day ; 
Let's  make  some  soap  bubbles, 
And  blow  them  up  high, 
And  see  what  the  taby  will  say. 
Rad-er-er  too  tan-da-ro  te 
Rad-er-er  tad-or-er  tan  do  re. 

We'll  play  the  grand  Mufti ; 
Let's  all  make  a  ring ; 
The  tallest  the  Mufti  shall  play ; 
You  must  look  in  his  face, 
And  see  what  he  does, 
And  mind  what  the  Mufti  shall  say. 
Rad-er-er  too  tan-da-ro  te 
Rad-er-er  tad-or-er  tan  do  re. 


THE   BABY'S    BIRTH  DAY.  79 

And  now  well  play  soldiers  ; 
All  hold  up  your  heads  ! 
Don't  you  know  'tis  the  baby's  birthday  % 
You  must  turn  out  your  toes, 
And  toss  your  feet  high  ; 
There !  this,  boys  and  girls,  is  the  way. 
Rad-er-er  too  tan-da-ro  te 
Rad-er-er  tad-or-er  tan  do  re. 


THE  POOR  MAN. 


The  poor  man  is  old, 

He  is  hungry  and  cold, 
Let  us  give  him  some  bread  to  eat ; 

Let  him  come  to  the  fire, 

Let  us  build  it  up  higher, 
Let  us  give  the  poor  man  a  warm  seat. 

(SO) 


THE    POOR    MAN. 


81 


The  poor  man  is  weak  ; 

How  pale  is  his  cheek ! 
Perhaps  he  has  met  with  some  sorrow ; 

Let  us  give  him  a  bed, 

Where  his  poor  weary  head 
May  rest,  and  feel  better  to-morrow. 


^u,     %,. 


DING   DONG!   DING   DONG! 


Ding  dong  !  ding  dong  ! 
I'll  sing  you  a  song ; 
Tis  about  a  little  bird ; 


(82) 


DING    DONG  !    DING   DONG  !  83 

He  sat  upon  a  tree, 
And  he  sang  to  me, 
And  I  never  spoke  a  word. 

Ding  dong !  ding  dong  ! 

I'll  sing  you  a  song ; 
Tis  about  a  little  mouse  ; 

He  looked  very  cunning, 

As  I  saw  him  running 
About  my  father's  house. 

Ding  dong  !  ding  dong ! 

I'll  sing  you  a  song 
About  my  little  Kitty ; 

She's  speckled  all  over, 

And  I  know  you'll  love  her, 
For  she  is  very  pretty. 


84 


LITTLE    SONGS. 


Ding  dong  !  ding  dong  ! 

I  have  sung  my  song  ; 
Now  give  me  a  little  kiss  ; 

I'll  sing  you  another, 

Some  time  or  other, 
That  is  prettier  than  this. 


THE   LITTLE    BOY'S  MAY    DAY   SONG. 


"  The  flowers  are  blooming  every  where, 

On  every  hill  and  dell ; 
And  O,  how  beautiful  they  are  ! 

How  fresh  and  sweet  they  smell ! 

(85) 


86  LITTLE  SONGS. 

"  The  little  brooks,  they  dance  along, 

And  look  so  free  and  gay, 
I  love  to  hear  their  pleasant  song ; 

I  feel  as  glad  as  they. 

"  The  young  lambs  bleat  and  frisk  about, 
The  bees  hum  round  their  hive, 

The  butterflies  are  coming  out ; 
'Tis  good  to  be  alive. 

"  The  trees,  that  looked  so  stiff  and  gray, 
With  green  wreaths  now  are  hung  : 

O  mother,  let  me  laugh  and  play; 
I  cannot  hold  my  tongue. 

"  See  yonder  bird  spread  out  his  wings, 
And  mount  the  clear  blue  skies, 

And  mark  how  merrily  he  sings, 
As  far  away  he  flies." 


THE    LITTLE    BOY'S    MAY    DAY    SONG.  87 

"  Go  forth,  my  child,  and  laugh  and  play, 

And  let  your  cheerful  voice 
With  birds,  and  brooks,  and  merry  May, 

Cry  loud,  Rejoice  !  rejoice ! 

"  I  would  not  check  your  bounding  mirth, 

My  little,  happy  boy ; 
For  He  who  made    Irs  blooming  earth 

Smiles  on  an  infant's  joy." 


THE  LITTLE    BOY'S   GOOD  NIGHT. 


L 


The  sun  is  hidden  from  our  sight, 
The  birds  are  sleeping  sound ; 

Tis  time  to  say  to  all  "  Good  night,'* 
And  give  a  kiss  all  round. 


II. 


Good  night,  my  father,  mother  dear  ; 

Now  kiss  your  little  son  ; 
Good  night,  my  friends  both  far  and  near, 

Good  night  to  every  one. 

(88) 


LITTLE    SONGS.  &9 


III. 


Good  night,  ye  merry,  merry  birds ; 

Sleep  well  till  morning  light ; 
I  wish  I  understood  your  words ; 

Perhaps  you  sing,  Good  night. 

IV. 

To  all  my  pretty  flowers,  good  night ; 

You  blossom  while  I  sleep, 
And  all  the  stars  that  shine  so  bright 

With  you  their  watches  keep. 


Good  night,  Miss  Puss ;  mind  what  I  say, 

And  tell  it  to  your  kittens  : 
When  you  with  little  children  play, 

Put  on  your  softest  mittens. 


i^  THE    LITTLE    BOY'S    GOOD    NIGHT. 

VI. 

Come  here,  my  little  Fido,  too  ; 

You  always  do  what's  right ; 
I  wish  I  was  as  good  as  you ; 

My  doggie  dear,  good  night. 

VII. 

The  moon  is  lighting  up  the  skies  ■ 
The  stars  are  sparkling  there ; 

'Tis  time  to  shut  our  weary  eyes, 
And  say  an  evening  prayer. 


THE   THREE  LITTLE   KITTENS. 

(A  Cat's  Tale,  with  Additions.) 

Three  little  kittens  lost  their  mittens  ; 
And  they  began  to  cry, 
0  mother  dear, 
We  very  much  fear 
That  we  have  lost  our  mittens. 

(91) 


92  LITTLE    SONGS. 

f  0st  pur  mite ! 

low  ttattgjrtg  lute ! 

®f«pttspi|atoii0p. 

Mee-ow,  mee-ow,  mee-ow. 

ptp»spi^ton0p. 

Mee-ow,  mee-oiv,  mee-ow. 

The  three  little  kittens  found  their  mittens, 
And  they  began  to  cry, 
O  mother  dear, 
See  here,  see  here ; 
See,  we  have  found  our  mittens. 

f  ut  0it  pur  mites, 
|0H  sillg  kittens, 
Jwfo  pit  man  babe  some  pit 

Purr-r,  purr-r,  purr-r> 
O,  let  us  have  the  pie, 

Purr-r,  purr-r,  purr-r. 


THE    THREE    LITTLE    KITTENS.  93 

The  three  little  kittens  put  on  their  mittens, 
And  soon  ate  up  the  pie  ; 

O  mother  dear, 

We  greatly  fear 
That  we  have  soiVd  our  mittens. 

M\t)&  pur  mittens ! 
f  0«  nragjjtg  kittens ! 

Then  they  began  to  sigh, 

Mee-ow,  mee-ow,  mee-ow. 

Then  they  began  to  sigh, 

Mee-ow,  mee-ow,  mee-ow. 

The  three  little  kittens  washed  their  mittens, 
And  hung  them  out  to  dry ; 
O  mother  dear, 
Do  not  you  hear. 
That  we  have  washed  our  mittens  ? 


94 


LITTLE  SONGS. 


Ifesfrcft  pit  mittens ! 

0,  pt'rt  gaoft  ktttats. 

§ut  1  smell  a  rat  dose  Ira : 

|usl] !  Iras!]!  mt-tfa,  menuto. 

TFe  smell  a  rat  close  by, 

Mee-ow,  mee-ow,  mee-ow. 


(58) 
COCKS   AND   HENS. 

(To  imitate  the  call  of  the  fowls.) 

Hen.  Cock,  cock,  cock,  cock, 
I've  laid  an  egg  ; 
Am  I  to  gang  ba-are-foot  ? 

Cock.  Hen,  hen,  hen,  hen, 

I've  been  up  and  down, 

(95) 


96 


LITTLE    SONGS. 


To  every  shop  in  town, 
And  cannot  find  a  shoe 
To  fit  your  foot, 
If  Td  crow  my  hea-art  out. 

[To  be  said  very  quickly,  except  the  last  two  words  in 
each  verse,  which  are  to  be  "  screamed  "  out.] 


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